Trooper Station, Friday

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There was a pile of several hundred bottles of calcium tablets in the middle of the floor today.

“Recycling Amnesty Day,” Ralph said, before Watts could ask.

“Well,” Watts sighed. “At least no one has tried to recycle a raccoon?”

“… Actually, uh…”

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"The key is in making sure the oath is properly sealed," Watts said solemnly.

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"And how does one do that?" Steven asked, with a grin that suggested he had a strong suspicion regarding the answer.

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"Allow me to demonstrate," Watts said, and pulled Steven in for a kiss.

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Steven giggled as he let himself get pulled in for that kiss. "Hmm. Best do it more than once to be certain."

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"Oh, absolutely," Watts replied. "Wouldn't do at all to chance it being sealed incorrectly."

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Steven grinned and bumped their noses together. "See? One of the things I like about you. Your dedication to doing things properly."

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"Some things are more worth it than others, I admit."

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"I'm worth doing properly?" Steven asked.

He was... possibly unaware of the implied meaning?

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“Everything regarding you is, yes,” Watts said.

He was definitely unaware of the implied meaning, his understanding of modern slang (and innuendo) still incomplete.

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Regardless, the compliment alone was enough to make Steven blush happily. "Charmer."